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     Several weeks past without word or return from the witch messenger, Eeyendar.  The changes in the Overworld were hidden to no one.  Every mob on land and sea knew that dark times would come to pass.  Witches were now fighting the spiders for control of the mines, but some spiders became accustom to there poison potions.  The hordes of zombies that would attack the villages got bigger.  It was just like before, when the giants once roamed the Overworld.  Talk of the Wither king traveled for villages, to swamps, to towns.  It seemed there was nowhere safe, even if a portal was far away.

     While all this was happening in the Overworld, the Nether was becoming greatly populated with mobs of its own kind.  Skeletons taken from the Overworld were made into soldiers for the Wither king's army.  Witch children were made into blazes and began the construction of large fortresses.  Slimes that fallowed fell into lava and emerged as magma cubes.  All these, in addition to the villagers that would loose there lives in the Nether and thus become soul sand.  The Nether was growing, and everything in it affected the Nether itself.  The Wither king was not excluded from this notion.

     For a third time the Wither king would travel through the portal that would lead him back to the place of his reincarnation, the fields of Windermere.  Yet he would vow to return this final time.  As the Wither king entered the Overworld he fell a surge of energy loss.  He fell off his steed and onto the ground riffled amongst the bones of witches he once slew.  He staggered to his knees huffing as if he had breath to breathe out.  He clinched his bone skeletal frame where his heart would be.  The Wither king gathered a few bones from the ground and placed them in a ditch where he drew a circle.  He called forth his steed and removed 6 pieces of Netherack and a skull from the satchel upon his Wither.  Then he stood up, and with all his might he summoned chains from the Nether through the portal and wrapped them around the bones in the ditch.  In his dark chilling voice he said " now... rise for you grave".  All at once the fragments in the ditch began to rise and glow a bright red.  The fragments formed a body, but the spell was not yet complete and the Wither king was exhausted.  The drained Wither king ripped off his cloak and threw it onto the floating body.  Suddenly a bolt of lighting struck the floating body and with a flash of light, the Wither king and his steed flew back.  The chains broke and there stood a man on one knee blanketed by the Wither king's cowl.  The spell was complete.  The Wither king got up and stood in front of the summoned man.  " You will serve me here in the Overworld, where the Nether is not", said the Wither king.  " You will resurrect me from the depths of the void, should I fall.  That is your purpose.  Now rise and become the 6 edges of darkness."  As the Wither king mounted his wither the man asked, " what shall I be called my king? "  The Wither king pointed his sword  torwards the man and said " you shall be my Hexidecima "